Multifandom Drabbles!
But anyway, I have no idea how people could've missed swinub. Like, they have accounts named after every other Pokemon! How the heck did they manage to miss SWINUB? Btw that's my future random account. And this poll is important. Do it! D:
Tenipuri/Kuroko no Basuke
Prompt: "FALL APART" courtesy of shikanashi_kk
It is common knowledge that you do not let meisters of a certain sport play a game against meisters of a different sport. Even if both sports in questions involved balls. Even if one such ball was small, yellow, rather furry, and about ten times smaller than the other one.
"You let Kuroko play tennis!?" one Aida Riko was beside herself, waving her clipboard around so violently she almost decapitated Team Captain Hyuuga Junpei. "WHAAAAT!? You don't do that - I mean - WHAT -"
"Relax!" Kagami yelled defiantly, "It's not like he died or anything!"
"Those bastards gave him cardiac arrest! How will he play the next match like this!?"
Kagami rolled his eyes. The day had started out fine, initially. He'd met Kuroko on his way to school (it was halfway through their vacation, they were called back for basketball training sessions) and since the two were still early, they had decided to loop through a nearby park on their way. It was all fine and swimming, that is, until someone had pounced the two of them. Though how someone could possibly pounce Kagami, of all people, was beyond the laws of physics, but that red-haired kid had actually managed to do it despite being about two times smaller than the basketball player.
"KENYAAAA," the ball of red hair atop Kagami's head yelled, almost deafening him, "I FOUND US ANOTHER PLAYER!"
At this, another boy emerged from the nearby bushes and - "KIN-CHAN, what on earth are you doing!?" he yelled, before noticing Kagami trying to force the boy off. "And get off that big guy right now!"
"No!"
"I'll go get Shiraishi and let him do funny things to you with that hand of his!"
"WAIIII -"
"Get down NOW!"
Kuroko gazed sympathetically at Kagami, who was still frantically mouthing help me, you, don't just stand there! at him. Kuroko cleared his throat, sighed, then spoke up. "Excuse me, I'd appreciate if you got off my friend."
The boy - Kin-chan - seemed to freeze, turning around wildly in search of the source of the noise. Kenya, on the other hand, found Kuroko fast enough. "Where did you come from?"
"WAHHHH!" Kagami winced and so did Kuroko - it seemed Kin-chan had finally spotted the mysterious voice. "A GHOST! Kenya! It's ghost!"
Kenya rolled his eyes. "Stupid! How can a ghost appear to you in broad daylight?"
"MODERN ghosts!"
"Uhm," Kuroko said, "I'm really not a ghost. I'm human, see? I'm not translucent."
Riko sighed, cutting across the flashback. "Okay, okay, we get that you met this really weird kid who wouldn't let go of your head. SO? How did Kuroko end up playing?"
"He agreed because they needed one more person," Kagami shrugged. "He's good-natured like that."
"And? There HAS to be more!"
"That's it!" Kagami insisted. "Maybe they couldn't see him on the court or something halfway through so they accidently whacked him with a ball?"
Riko growled impatiently, drumming her fingers on her clipboard. She wasn't buying a word, not just yet. Kuroko had barely managed to escape that duel alive. How the heck could tennis do that to a person? "How can a simple tennis ball do so much damage? It's not like they can summon mountain storms with a furry yellow thing like that, right!?"
Kagami shrugged nonchalantly. At the rate things were moving, he doubted it. "Anything's possible."
END. - Which part of this had to do with 'FALL APART'?
Pokemon
Prompt: N/A, here, have some random nonsense feat. Roark and Riley. And Sudoku.
Roark cannot remember for the life of himself the day he first met Riley. He knows that once, Riley had just been introduced as 'the friend I met on Iron Island' to him, by his dad. That was a long time back.
But somehow, he feels as though he's seen the man somewhere before, somewhere way back, way before the first time Byron had introduced the two. Though he's also certain that that had been the very first day they'd seen each other face to face. Roark recalls feeling confused (maybe), and just a tad fascinated, because these days you don't see young men in suits like those hanging around dusty caves filled with fossils and abandoned equipment. It was just a tad creepy, if you thought about things like that, so Roark preferred not to think about it at all.
"Impossible," Riley gripes, snapping Roark out of his reverie. The former was bent over something Roark couldn't see from this angle all the way at the other end of the couch. The two had recently taken to idle chatter in Byron's living room when the older man was outside manning the Canalave Gym, and Roark was in no hurry to get back to his - being on paid leave had its perks, too. "This is madness!"
Roark raises an eyebrow, then edges over to Riley's end, peering over the man's shoulder. "Sudoku, Riley?" he asks, a hint of amusement in his voice. "No wonder you've been so distracted. How long have you been at this?"
Riley sighs, massaging his temples. "About two days," he begrudgingly admits. But oh no, he wasn't about to let a simple puzzle outsmart him. "Here, Roark, you give this little bugger a go. See if you can crack it." With that, he hands Roark the sheet of paper and a stubby little pencil before heading towards the kitchen. "I'll be back, I just need something to drink."
+++
"Ten hours later and still no result," Roark grumbles, throwing a tantrum of his own while leaning back against the foot of his father's ginormous living room couch. Riley is sprawled somewhere on the thing itself behind him, already resigned in defeat.
"Roark," Riley mumbles, bopping the younger of the two on the head, "Give up already, this thing can't be solved."
"After eight years, maybe."
"I'll bet on ten."
"DAD," Roark yells and leaps up suddenly. "Solve this."
Byron, who had only popped back in to grab something, took one look at the puzzle and very nearly backed out and slammed the door in his son's face. But then that would be considered a rare form of domestic violence and he didn't want that on his record. "You," he pointed his shovel at Roark, "Are stupid."
"What!? Dad!"
"You wasted half of the day on this thing when you could've just called Lucian and begged him for help."
Riley looked up from his slumped position on the couch. "Now why didn't I think of that?"
END. - Personal notes: WTFFFFF?????
AHAHAHA. I actually have another one I wrote, it's like a re-telling of events. Only I intended for it to be SHORT, see, but it grew to 2,800+ words...
I don't even know what the heck I'm writing anymore, hahaha.
And Kongou Banchou just stepped up its epic. I'm certain Hikyou Banchou (Yuu Akiyama) is bisexual. And Iai Banchou is pretty and Gouriki banchou wins. Nenbutsu? AHAHAHA. ♥ This is the manliest manga ever.
Tenipuri/Kuroko no Basuke
Prompt: "FALL APART" courtesy of shikanashi_kk
It is common knowledge that you do not let meisters of a certain sport play a game against meisters of a different sport. Even if both sports in questions involved balls. Even if one such ball was small, yellow, rather furry, and about ten times smaller than the other one.
"You let Kuroko play tennis!?" one Aida Riko was beside herself, waving her clipboard around so violently she almost decapitated Team Captain Hyuuga Junpei. "WHAAAAT!? You don't do that - I mean - WHAT -"
"Relax!" Kagami yelled defiantly, "It's not like he died or anything!"
"Those bastards gave him cardiac arrest! How will he play the next match like this!?"
Kagami rolled his eyes. The day had started out fine, initially. He'd met Kuroko on his way to school (it was halfway through their vacation, they were called back for basketball training sessions) and since the two were still early, they had decided to loop through a nearby park on their way. It was all fine and swimming, that is, until someone had pounced the two of them. Though how someone could possibly pounce Kagami, of all people, was beyond the laws of physics, but that red-haired kid had actually managed to do it despite being about two times smaller than the basketball player.
"KENYAAAA," the ball of red hair atop Kagami's head yelled, almost deafening him, "I FOUND US ANOTHER PLAYER!"
At this, another boy emerged from the nearby bushes and - "KIN-CHAN, what on earth are you doing!?" he yelled, before noticing Kagami trying to force the boy off. "And get off that big guy right now!"
"No!"
"I'll go get Shiraishi and let him do funny things to you with that hand of his!"
"WAIIII -"
"Get down NOW!"
Kuroko gazed sympathetically at Kagami, who was still frantically mouthing help me, you, don't just stand there! at him. Kuroko cleared his throat, sighed, then spoke up. "Excuse me, I'd appreciate if you got off my friend."
The boy - Kin-chan - seemed to freeze, turning around wildly in search of the source of the noise. Kenya, on the other hand, found Kuroko fast enough. "Where did you come from?"
"WAHHHH!" Kagami winced and so did Kuroko - it seemed Kin-chan had finally spotted the mysterious voice. "A GHOST! Kenya! It's ghost!"
Kenya rolled his eyes. "Stupid! How can a ghost appear to you in broad daylight?"
"MODERN ghosts!"
"Uhm," Kuroko said, "I'm really not a ghost. I'm human, see? I'm not translucent."
Riko sighed, cutting across the flashback. "Okay, okay, we get that you met this really weird kid who wouldn't let go of your head. SO? How did Kuroko end up playing?"
"He agreed because they needed one more person," Kagami shrugged. "He's good-natured like that."
"And? There HAS to be more!"
"That's it!" Kagami insisted. "Maybe they couldn't see him on the court or something halfway through so they accidently whacked him with a ball?"
Riko growled impatiently, drumming her fingers on her clipboard. She wasn't buying a word, not just yet. Kuroko had barely managed to escape that duel alive. How the heck could tennis do that to a person? "How can a simple tennis ball do so much damage? It's not like they can summon mountain storms with a furry yellow thing like that, right!?"
Kagami shrugged nonchalantly. At the rate things were moving, he doubted it. "Anything's possible."
END. - Which part of this had to do with 'FALL APART'?
Pokemon
Prompt: N/A, here, have some random nonsense feat. Roark and Riley. And Sudoku.
Roark cannot remember for the life of himself the day he first met Riley. He knows that once, Riley had just been introduced as 'the friend I met on Iron Island' to him, by his dad. That was a long time back.
But somehow, he feels as though he's seen the man somewhere before, somewhere way back, way before the first time Byron had introduced the two. Though he's also certain that that had been the very first day they'd seen each other face to face. Roark recalls feeling confused (maybe), and just a tad fascinated, because these days you don't see young men in suits like those hanging around dusty caves filled with fossils and abandoned equipment. It was just a tad creepy, if you thought about things like that, so Roark preferred not to think about it at all.
"Impossible," Riley gripes, snapping Roark out of his reverie. The former was bent over something Roark couldn't see from this angle all the way at the other end of the couch. The two had recently taken to idle chatter in Byron's living room when the older man was outside manning the Canalave Gym, and Roark was in no hurry to get back to his - being on paid leave had its perks, too. "This is madness!"
Roark raises an eyebrow, then edges over to Riley's end, peering over the man's shoulder. "Sudoku, Riley?" he asks, a hint of amusement in his voice. "No wonder you've been so distracted. How long have you been at this?"
Riley sighs, massaging his temples. "About two days," he begrudgingly admits. But oh no, he wasn't about to let a simple puzzle outsmart him. "Here, Roark, you give this little bugger a go. See if you can crack it." With that, he hands Roark the sheet of paper and a stubby little pencil before heading towards the kitchen. "I'll be back, I just need something to drink."
+++
"Ten hours later and still no result," Roark grumbles, throwing a tantrum of his own while leaning back against the foot of his father's ginormous living room couch. Riley is sprawled somewhere on the thing itself behind him, already resigned in defeat.
"Roark," Riley mumbles, bopping the younger of the two on the head, "Give up already, this thing can't be solved."
"After eight years, maybe."
"I'll bet on ten."
"DAD," Roark yells and leaps up suddenly. "Solve this."
Byron, who had only popped back in to grab something, took one look at the puzzle and very nearly backed out and slammed the door in his son's face. But then that would be considered a rare form of domestic violence and he didn't want that on his record. "You," he pointed his shovel at Roark, "Are stupid."
"What!? Dad!"
"You wasted half of the day on this thing when you could've just called Lucian and begged him for help."
Riley looked up from his slumped position on the couch. "Now why didn't I think of that?"
END. - Personal notes: WTFFFFF?????
AHAHAHA. I actually have another one I wrote, it's like a re-telling of events. Only I intended for it to be SHORT, see, but it grew to 2,800+ words...
I don't even know what the heck I'm writing anymore, hahaha.
And Kongou Banchou just stepped up its epic. I'm certain Hikyou Banchou (Yuu Akiyama) is bisexual. And Iai Banchou is pretty and Gouriki banchou wins. Nenbutsu? AHAHAHA. ♥ This is the manliest manga ever.